Our oldest child is no longer a preschooler. I can't believe it. He starts Kindergarten on Monday and he's really excited. His backpack is all packed with glue sticks, scissors and folders and his school t-shirts are ready for the first week of school.
I feel really good about his school and his teacher. She is so sweet and loving. Just what KID 1 needs after a rather rough, stressful summer. And it just so happens I taught with her before I had kids, my mom taught at the same school, and my mother-in-law taught with her many years ago in Frostproof! I also graduated with her son. It's uncanny, really, that we have so many little connections with this teacher. I'm beginning to think it was God's way of smoothing this transition and easing my anxiety.
His classroom is bright and organized, inviting children to step in and find an activity. The school is welcoming, full of happy, energized teachers and administrators, and just around the lake from our house. I look forward to getting involved and volunteering on campus.
I know our son is ready for this new world of backpacks, new friends, reading, writing, and 'rithmatic. He will now spend the majority of his waking hours away from us, learning and growing in ways we may not even realize, for the next thirteen years. I'm not entirely sure that I'm ready for this.
For those of you who have seen your babies off to school, how well did you do on the first day? Was it hard to watch them walk down the sidewalk, dwarfed by their backpack and the older students striding confidently to their classrooms, knowing that this is just the beginning of your child's life away from you?